The prophecy

The second child, a boy

overthrowing me as happened with them

My father, my grandfather.


I met her again, Metis

the one whom I love

but I am scared

Her face shocked, surprised… fear

before my mouth closes


The headaches,

The pain…

it stopped, the pain gone.

The ichor, golden, trickling down


A blinding flash

She jumped out of my skull

A female…


A female fully grown

A female dressed in a full set of armour

A goddess of war

A goddess of wisdom.


By Jodie

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